a bet is made.

a winry rockbell introspective, written for the "women made fullmetal" zine project.

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collection of noragami one-shots. newest: 'salt & silk' (kazubisha, 1k)

This was the most upset Leorio had ever seen him—so it was with no small degree of self-loathing that he found himself thinking how nice it was to have Kurapika cling to him. To pretend, for once, this was something that could happen again under better circumstances.

hiiro experiences the magic of capypa land for the first time. (written for the 2018 noragami secret santa exchange)

She ached for him. She couldn't erase the history of strife and suffering that made him think, even now, that no one could love him. But he was good. He had become so good. No one could have worked half so hard, struggled half so long, and not become something better. She trusted no god to make better use of their eternities.

The second time he spoke to Hiyori Iki was a full week after their first conversation. The bus had just dropped her off at the end of the street. She waved at him and said: "It's Yato, isn't it?" That was when he had fallen in love with her. (written for the noragami big bang 2k18)

in which Iki Hiyori and the Yatogami encounter each other hundreds of years ago rather than yesterday; in which he is known only as the magatsukami; in which she cannot seem to shake the certainty that she was always meant to meet him. (gorgeous cover art by eerna & leopah on tumblr)

this is just a place to dump all my noradrabbles. angst, fluff, and crack abound. newest - 27: "worry" (parental!yatone)

hades & persephone au. "my grandmother calls me a sleepwalker," she said. "she says someday I'm going to be so caught up in a distraction that the evil gods under the earth will come snatch me away."

Riza Hawkeye enjoys herself at the Rockbell-Elric wedding.

"You've been a surprise from the start, little human girl. You've accomplished for a long time what most humans cannot, and straddled the divide between our world and your own. Perhaps you will shock us all again."

"Do you know how to waltz, Kazuma?" "No." "Good."

For some reason, Hiyori didn't think this was the first time she had been left with a wetness under her eyes that she couldn't explain, and a hunger in her bones that couldn't be met.

the ocean sang her song of mourning.

You will need 1) a destroyed racing broom, 2) a concussion, and 3) several metric tons of hippogriff manure.

Cresswell Tangled!AU, and a birthday gift for Jo Kay (@eerna on tumblr). "The world wasn't ready for Crescent Moon. At least, that is what she told herself as she lay on her bed, her face turned toward the marvelous constellations, the wheeling galaxies that sprawled across the tower ceiling. She had painted an entire sky just for herself, and Cress adored every inch of it."

the castle came awake that night.

Even in college, Hiyori has not given up her ties to the Far Shore. Still, her schedule as a full-time medical student prevents her from spending much time with anyone outside of her lectures and lab rooms. That is, until someone shows up. (Unexpectedly. In the middle of the university. On top of the lab assistant.)

Royai, Steins;Gate AU. "Riza Hawkeye, regular scientist, knew what happened to people when they died. But she would not become dust without burning first."

One year after Yukine's naming, Yato and Hiyori put together the party of the century. Well, at least the party of the year. (Okay, maybe it's just a regular party, but there's only so much you can do when half the attendees are dead and one of them routinely runs amok with Japan's fiscal stability.)

Viktor had never envisioned himself scooping the plastered remnants of another Grand Prix Finalist into his arms in the men's restroom. He had certainly never envisioned those plastered remnants belonging to Katsuki Yuuri: the shy, soft, birdlike boy who skates as though his soul lives in the spark between blade and ice.

'the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love— which is lost.'

"Who could not stare once they had seen you?" he asked her, a little breathlessly. Part of her understood what he was trying to say. The rest was still ignorant. When she met his eyes again, she found herself stunned by the open longing there. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Every moment I don't spend looking at you is a moment I'm wasting."

drabble written for FMA Day 2016

every little human wants something.

"Usefulness be damned," she whispers, taking his chin in her hot fingers. "You are mine." The burn of her lips on his forehead makes him gasp. Twin streaks of heat slip down his cheeks, trembling at the bottom of his chin where her hand catches them. After this, he will live happily in her ear—a humble nail—for as many eternities as she will let him.

He does it, each time to save something he can't lose…But Okabe knows he's losing something. And he still doesn't know whether it's part of himself that's being sliced away, or part of something else-that could have been.

Have you heard this story before? Like many stories, it starts a long time ago. And, like many stories, it begins with someone wanting something—wishing for something. A wish strong enough—desperate enough—to make a story worth the telling.

Noragami meets "My Immortal" meets the terrible, godforsaken catastrophe of a film that was Soul Hunter. A crack fic.

The woman in front of him smiles, the curve of her lips serpentine. There is a snake, buried deep in the subtle garden of familiar face, voice, eyes. "What a pretty name," she says. He shivers. It's Winry's voice, but there's something else there too. Something poisonous, and deceptively lovely. "Winry Rockbell. That's who this body belonged to."

the girl with the work-hardened palms hears an orchestra in the singing of a drill. the girl with the predator's eyes hears it in the silence after a gunshot.

takemikazuchi/kiun. "spirited away" au. what happens when the fierce, barefooted child meets the dragon with no name.

one ending of many. one beginning of more. (short angsty songfic: "samson" by regina spektor)

"You lost Ebisu!" "Of course he's not lost," Bishamon insists. "We just…need to find him." Yato snorts. "According to most definitions, that means 'lost'."

this is how he worships her.

she finds out the story behind his biggest scar.

Ed's never seen anyone chug so much caffeine so quickly, and frankly it scares him. (T rating for language)

Sara Rockbell and her daughter visit the family on the hilltop.

four entries for Yatori Week 2016

Or, some of Ed's most notable reactions to Winry's choice endearment.

"He's always said Revival gets him into trouble, but this time…this time he prays to whatever controls his strange, complicated fate." Satoru tries to save Airi.

Star Trek AU. Winry Rockbell: an engineering prodigy, fresh out of Starfleet Academy and ready to make a name for herself-just don't get in her way. Edward Elric: boy genius, darling of the Federation, youngest-ever science officer, and "Grade A" Pain in the Ass. When the universe starts falling apart around them, they'll both have to grow stronger than they ever thought possible.

the two of them dance a dangerous, vulnerable waltz between the near shore and the far…but he plays a game with himself, and for the few things she does forget, he creates new memories with her: better, richer. ones that sink so deeply into her that she'd have to forget her own identity to lose them altogether.

Vampire AU. Lucy Heartfilia has her goals in order: publish her first novel, and while she's at it, get promoted from her job as a lowly copyeditor at the floundering magazine, Love & Lucky. Everything is turned upside-down when a chain of events, beginning with a midnight break-in and a bizarre theft, unleashes an intractable, ancient force known only as "bloodsong."

A story of two very different winters. (Submission for the FMA Secret Santa exchange)

Prompted by the poem, "8 Ways to Say I Love You" by R. McKinley. One-shots of eight different FMA couples, and at the crux of their relationship, the confession that changes everything.

...and one time she kissed him for it.

Role reversal AU. Riza Hawkeye is the Flame Alchemist and Roy Mustang is her faithful lieutenant. In the battle against Lust, Roy realizes exactly what it means to lose the one thing that keeps him standing.

Free breadsticks are better in good company. (Rated T for language.)

A shared past, as well as a shared hospital room, can lead to many things.

Ever since they first met, they always had a way to tell each other everything would be okay. Sometimes, it's just not enough.

A short series of Edwin moments set during the two years between the Elrics' return and when they leave to continue their alchemy/alkahestry studies.

After falling asleep in a Cretan library, Edward relives his most vivid memories of her...and what he hopes will be waiting for him at the end of his journey.